If ancient mankind were really that BAD and BARBARIC, I would imagine them to be savages eating every prey but they weren’t. What leads me to this conclusion? It’s the manner by which they kept their dogs at a time when there was no “dog food”, they had just discovered fire, they we sleeping under the moon, hunting under the sun most probably and yet, trying to keep their wife (or myriads of wives?) basically CONTENT
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Dogs. The bland cliche — “man’s best friend“.

Yet, if I lived thousands or even millions of years ago I would need a dog. I would need it so bad because I would need food and I do not have their scent, so I would need one for more than company.My dog smells prey, barks which signals I should shoot the boar with some old-fashioned arrow. Or just maybe my dog would get it for me anyway because he’s wild and would bring me back smaller preys like ducks and chickens and I would pat his bloody mouth. The same dog would watch with me by the fire under the wild moon while I watch my wives and kids sleep safe in the nights.

Of course, I would share some prey with him. We understand each other. I scratch my dog, he serves me. We take watch together in the night, until I fall asleep at times perhaps secure that he would not leave me. He watches with me, he watches FOR me. It’s a dependency-cycle but it works.But things were simpler then.

Today, I watch little Bugs limp but happy and shudder. He could have been born a million years ago, Would he have survived?I don’t know.

The longest sweetest relationship is that of mankind and dogkind. Maybe we don’t need them NOW to help sustain our stomachs but maybe they aren’t created just for that. Maybe today they are meant to sustain our hearts as well.

Thus, the dependency-cycle remains.I love my dogs. They love me.

And they still guard my door until the day they die. I say this because I miss one who made sure he croaked “on duty”. That’s love.